I lay hidden beneathlayers of my personathat protect the bona fideparts of my fragile mindfrom all the negativitythrown into my life.but these flimsy layersdon’t stay cello-tapedon me forever, they crumbleand peel off like withered skinwhen the seasons change.each time, I lie bare facedand exposed to the world,that acknowledges my uniquenessthrough taunts I do not wishContinue

thoughts that plague my privilege

there is something about rainy daysthat makes me recollect thoughtsI wish to erase from my mind. why?because they remind me ofthe privilege I’ve been blessed withsince the day I took my first breath. these thoughts remind me offetuses, overpowered by drugsin their mother’s wombs;who, unlike me never got a chanceto witness the plight of theContinue

museum at home on a moon-lit night

moonlight seeps into my roomthrough the gap between my curtainsand casts a pale, eerie glow that makestiny specks of dust break dance at midnight. the luminiscence accentuates thecracks on the walls, and segregates therightful territories of spiders and lizardslike boundaries on the world map. the dolls on my bed have kawaii eyesat daytime; but theContinue